Anonymous Sun 23 Jun 2024 00:38:34 No.66829226 Report

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>>66829200
Adult Trish sitting alone at a bar reminiscing on her ruined relationship with anon and how she went too far and chased him away

Anonymous Sun 23 Jun 2024 01:30:30 No.66830405 Report

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>>66829226
>>66829748

>I ring the glass of my drink with my finger, staring down into the brown liquid. No offers to buy a drink, no one approached, no nothing. Last call soon too. I take a big swig and set the glass back down.
>What a colossal fuck up. Fucked over Fang's life, my own and even the goddamned skinnie.
>I glance around the bar. Just a bunch of lonely old souls like yours truly. I signal the bartender over, getting one last shot ready to go and paying my tab for the night. I pull my phone out and finger through the internet mindlessly. Maybe some Facerock will dull the pain, laugh at those less fortunate than the badass triceratops business owner. Who's sitting alone in a bar on a Saturday night wishing she had someone to come home to.
>I find Fang's band page again. They've moved onto something called "Silver Dreams" after our falling out. Thin, frail tatted and lifeless eyes. I look over this page once every few days, maybe something's changed. It never has. I can't even contact them. I played a hand in this fate.
>I can't even imagine how they'd see me, suit and tie, living the life while they slum it up, knocking elbows with druggies and the scum of the earth.
>I flick down and look at Reed's page again. Still nothing. He vanished not but a few months after graduation. Jail, death, moving on, struck it rich god knows but I sure don't. And he doesn't care to let anyone know either. I even tried to get a hold of Stella and Rosa, the latter being somewhat close with him. No clue there either. Son of a bitch.
>I keep scrolling, surely I can find someone suffering that I don't care about. I can't. Everyone I care to keep tabs on is either loving their life or I care not to see them suffer. I need to branch.
>I end up looking through recommended friends, people close by, friends of friends the lot. I see a few familiar faces, no one I'd care to see crushed. I start to realize nothing will come of this, just more wallowing.
cont

Anonymous Sun 23 Jun 2024 01:38:14 No.66830564 Report

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>>66830405
>I start to close the app and notice something. The lack of something, notable facial features. Anon has a Facerock account. From what I remember he hated this place, what changed?
>I can't help myself and check. He looks different. Aged, sure, but more muscled. He's got that same sort of empty look Fang has. I knew they weren't together, but this? I scroll through his feed.
>His account is really new, not but a few weeks old if that. He's not added anyone as a friend, either. It's mostly just a blank page, a few pieces of contact info, his general residence in Volcaldera, and a story about his current "job" if you can call it that.
>He's home from the Navy on disability. Makes sense of why he's put on some muscle but... why's he look like he wants life to end?
>He made it out, didn't he? He's got what he wants, a paycheck and the ability to do whatever he wants. He's free. Isn't he?
>My intoxicated mind swirls back on how he was during high school. How I'd quietly enjoyed his presence but couldn't bear to see him and Fang together. To see him tearing her away. I bite the inside of my mouth.
>He was almost a shut-in, nerdy and wanted to be invisible but... Fang stamped that out of him. He wanted to be heard and loved, like the rest of us.
>I pound the last of my shots, turning the glass upside down. Fuck this hurts.
>And I stomped on his feelings. Tried to pull him and Fang apart. Got what I wanted I guess. Good work you bitch.
>But he should be better now. So much time away from me. From here but... he's back and still hurt. Why?
>I note the glowing message button. It calls to me. It has answers to my questions. It holds pain immeasurable but also a second chance. Fire flowing through my veins and I press it. I'm going to regret this in the morning but I need to know. I need to know why he's hurt. I need to know if it's because of me. If I can fix it I...
cont.

Anonymous Sun 23 Jun 2024 01:45:12 No.66830687 Report

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>>66830564
>I tap away the driest of greetings I can muster. A generic sort of "we should talk". He's going to ignore it. Call me a slur be done with it. Might feel good to read that, knowing he got some sort of catharsis out of it.
>I put my phone away. No need to think on that tonight, just check it when I-
>My phone buzzes. I want to think he's responded but I know it's just work-related, or some spam or something. I know it.
>I retrieve it. One unread Facerock message.
>I open it and see a simple response.
>"You can call me if you want to talk."
>It contains his number. I don't hesitate and step out into the cold night air. It's around 11 now. I quickly enter his number and wait as it rings. I consider the idea of him giving me a fake number.
>"Trish?" his voice, rough and smoky comes through my phones speaker.
>"Anon?" I'm surprised at his voice. It's like he's been through hell.
>"Hey." he's defensive. I don't know what he expects. I don't know what I expect. I focus and try not to slur.
>"Hey, Anon. I saw you made a Facerock account. I thought-" I cut myself off. Don't antagonize him any more than you already have.
>"I didn't know you had any social media." I try to recover.
>"I didn't." he doesn't want to talk to me, clearly. It hurts.
>"Look, Anon... I'm sorry. I was a huge piece of shit to you. I know you hate me. I..." I stop myself from saying "I do too."
>"I just needed to tell you this. I don't know if this is for me or whatever but..." I trail off. I pause to listen if he's even there anymore.
>"...oh." His voice is quiet on the other end of the phone.
>"Thanks." the cold indifference in his voice is muted now, still there but softer, as if thawing.
>"How've you been doing? I saw you went to the Navy." I find myself leaning against a wall now, steadying myself as the drink threatens my balance.
>I hear a sigh from the other side of the phone.
>"It's a sore topic." Ah shit.
cont. long one huh?

Anonymous Sun 23 Jun 2024 01:54:42 No.66830878 Report

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>"Oh you don't have to talk about it, it's okay." I try to steer us back to good terms. It seems to work and he asks me a question this time.
>"You own a business?"
>"Yeah, horn carving, tattoos, general Saurian body art." I give my shpeel, shortened
>"...horn carving?"
>"It's still in it's infancy but it's catching on, especially on prosthetics." I smile at my own words. I do truly believe that.
>His next words are hurt, far away and sad.
>"Do you still keep contact with... Fang?" Oh god we're doing this.
>"No." I admit. It hurts to say.
>"I... saw them. The other day." I flinch. I know where this is going.
>"They... look like death. Looked like they might as well be a specter." Right on the money he is.
>"I... I know." his voice raises. I can tell he's getting upset.
>"Why?" I'm not sure if he's asking me or blaming me.
>I can't answer. I clam up on the phone.
>"...why?" quiet and reserved this time.
>The conversation seems to have ground to a halt. I don't want to let him go again. I can't stop him. All I do is hurt, again and again. I don't want to keep doing that to him.
>I wait for him to hang up. To lose my number, pretend I don't exist.
>We sit on the phone in silence. He finally speaks up.
>"Tell me why you did all that. All of it." I owe it to him.
>I try to start speaking but am unable to form sentences, the last shot catching me finally.
>"I-I'm shorry, Anon. I'm a bit drunk. I want to tell you. You need to know I jusht can't right now." I start to slur my words more heavily. It's really hitting in waves now.
>"Another time?" I ask
>"...okay."
>"I'm busy most daysh but I usually have weekendsh off." I struggle to hold on.
>"I'll call you th-"
>"In person. Please." All my effort goes into this.
>"...text me the details later. You're paying."
>"Okay. Goodbye." I hang up and drunkenly navigate to a taxi-service app, calling one to me.
>I might be able to fix something rather than break something. Maybe just this once.

Fin.